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Poem About Escaping To The Woods
  • By Sheila Visingardi
  • Published: February 2006
My Wooded World

Analysis of Form and Technique

As a child, I would sit and ponder
at the wooded areas, for their beauty relaxed me.
The sway of the branches and whistling of the winds,
as if they were calling my name.

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It is a great poem! I translated it to Indonesia language for my homework and I got an A! Thanks for your work! Although its a bit hard to understand it in my language its perfect.

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Poem About Breaking Up
Just Like

Analysis of Form and Technique

Just like a glass
my heart is broken
Just like a star
you light up my life...

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  • By Lesley Elaine Greenwood
  • Published: March 2013
Tapestry

Analysis of Form and Technique

If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between

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  • By Garvit
  • Published: June 2008
Can Earth Be Earth?

Analysis of Form and Technique

Can earth be Earth when all its trees are gone,
And sudsy waters have become unfit,
And poisoned life no longer greets the dawn
With raucous sounds that death has caused to quit?

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  • By Hayden Myer
  • Published: March 2009
Swoosh, Boom, Crunch, Howl

Analysis of Form and Technique

The sun rises higher and higher, like a blossoming flower, as the children play... Beach, Beach, Beach
The zephyr catches my skin like a wide receiver playing football...Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh
The crashing waves sound like a head-on collision...Boom, Boom, Boom
The sand crunches under my feet like cereal in my mouth... Crunch, Crunch, Crunch

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Poem About The Changing Seasons
Seasons

Analysis of Form and Technique

A dark gloomy sunless start
Cold and calculating
Frost on the windows
Icy streets

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